I'm on the highway
Driving my own car
Crying as the clouds turn grey
Felt too much pain that leaves invisible scar.
"Room 17 on the 4th floor"
That was the doctor said
As soon as I open the door
You jokingly said, "I'm not dead".
We were happy but not until I felt
Like you're not the same anymore
Talking like a friend instead of being sweet
We are not like this before.
You saw my bracelet that you gave me
And says, "This is familiar"
I just ignored it and changed the topic
Then said goodbye and went back to my car.
I don't know what to say but I got it
You just lost some memories
But there's so many things that you can't forget
But why it gonna be me?
